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“Look, Dallas…”
He moved fast, hooking his right hand around my neck and dragging me toward him.
I resisted. “Wait.”
“Don’t play games,” he said. “You know why you’re here.”
I jerked back, fumbling for my seat belt, as his lips landed on my neck and his hand tugged at my belt. His tongue slipped over my skin, and instead of turning me on, it made me flinch away.
This wasn’t what I wanted. I’d been curious. I’d wanted to figure out what it meant. But this was too fast, too soon, too…uncomfortable.
Maybe I wasn’t bisexual at all. Maybe I’d just been confused.
Because everything in me wanted the fuck away.
I grabbed the door handle behind me, yanked it, and practically fell out of the car.
“What is your problem?” Dallas bellowed as he scrambled out of his side, rounding the front bumper with a look of fury in his eyes. “You matched me on the app, asshole. You wanted dick, so stop acting like a scared straight boy!”
Oh, shit. What had I gotten myself into?
CHAPTERTHREE
Gray
“Pizza’s here!”Axel called from downstairs.
I rolled out of the full-size bed that barely fit into my old attic bedroom, where I’d been cooling my jets and answering texts from my friends back in Swallow Cove.
Cash checked in to see if I’d arrived okay and sent me a photo of his boyfriend, Declan, working in the greenhouse I’d helped build over the summer. One of my coworkers, Sawyer, begged me to return to Swallow Adventure boat tours next year.
At least I’d have options when I left here. I didn’t stay anywhere too long, but Swallow Cove had been nice. Friendly. Good people, if a little redneck. But hell, Riverton, Nebraska, wasn’t really a center of cultural sophistication either.
I ducked under the sloped ceiling, learning my lesson after I’d bashed my brains on my way in earlier.
Apparently, I’d tacked on a few inches after age seventeen, because damn, the ceiling and walls sure all seemed a lot closer than they used to be.
I stepped through the doorway, straightening up with a sigh of relief, and took the steps two at a time.
Axel was in the living room, two pizza boxes stacked on his forearm.
“Did you get a Hawaiian?” Bailey asked, entering the room with damp hair curling at the edges. “Nova’s coming over, and you know how she likes pineapple.”
“Shouldn’t you be the one eating the pineapple?” Axel joked, a grin flashing across his face that changed his whole countenance from hellion to boy next door. “You know, for all the BJs you’re getting from yourgirlfriend.”
There was an odd note of challenge to his words.
Bailey rolled his eyes. “You’re hilarious.”
Axel smirked. “Just looking out for ya, baby bro.”
Neither of my brothers had so much as looked my way. I cleared my throat. “So, uh, is there something besides Hawaiian? I’m not really a fan of pineapple on pizza.”
“Oh, he’s not afan,” Axel said.
“Poor guy,” Bailey said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Ourfood isn’t to his liking.”
“Okay, sorry,” I muttered. “I assumed this was a family meal.”
